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Printer's mark/stamp of the Bibliotheca Regia Monacensis
The Delphic muse sings of what sad portents the stars of heaven show to the Latin people.
Furious Mars the god of war, representing conflict is present: he who fills the wide fields with his fearless soldiery, establishing proud camps.
He arranges the battle lines: raging, he calls the wicked to arms, stirring up dire battles for the Ausonian Italian nations.
A thousand trumpets sound: infected weapons are prepared: and anger cruelly drags the leaders to slaughter.
The ballista a siege engine for hurling projectiles destroys men headlong: and fallen walls cover the buried with a heavy sound.
Behold, the foot soldier, having shattered the walls on all sides, fiercely and unwillingly swims across the cold waters.
Then, greedy for wealth, he demands a weight of silver and gold: and the madman strikes the closed doors.
Wealth is plundered: grain stores are poured out and squandered: vessels of Bacchus wine casks flow.
One man burdens himself with yellow coins: another seizes precious stones and purple robes.
The houses are filled with great clamors: and raging Vulcan fire seeks the familiar rooftops.
Beams collapse: stones rain down: the ceilings smoke.
The arch lies flat: the broken column falls.
Hence, the sad citizens, with hands bound behind their backs, inhabit the dirty caves of a muddy prison.
One man searches for his phoxica unknown term, likely a rare or corrupted Latinized Greek term for a specific type of hiding place or garment: another hides in the tombs of his parents, feeding his languid limbs on funerary banquets.
Another offers himself to the rivers gliding below.
I do not know what god commanded the safe to depart.
Tablets are split, upon which the laws of ancestors and the law to be feared by all the guilty are written.
Orphans perish: houses are violated: and a virgin dedicated to Vesta a sacred virgin/nun is snatched away.
A woman, too pleasing to the man struggling with her, is seized: alas, grief; alas, piety; she tears her face with her nails.
A daughter, in her rigid inner chambers, receives countless men in a single act of coitus.
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